Bak et halleluja
Kaizers Orchestra Lyrics


Fader eg må be om unskyldning
Det er min feil at Tony er pakkt inn i presenning
Eg har forbrudt meg mot Monsieur Clavier sitt reglement
do vett at eg ikkje kan hamla opp med han
Eg ber deg. Hjelp, Fader hjelp meg
Eg står i støvler av cement, Fader hjelp meg

Eg sa russisk rulett er ikkje en god ide
men han følte seg i slag så tvang han meg med
Eg såg han spant magasinet
Han satte løpet mellom tennene sine

Eg skal be for deg min sønn
for hos Han er do ennå ikkje dømt
For ingen kan sei nei til beløpet som Monsieur Clavier gav
Og bare Fader Martin vett kva som ligge bak et halleluja

Tony har en formidabel dobbelgjenger
Spor han opp, sett opp en kontrakt, gje han penger
do kan ta en håndfull ut av vår kollekt
do kan bli som folk flest eller do kan bli prest
men kom aldri tilbake for her er dine dager talte

In English:

Father I must ask forgiveness
It's my fault that Tony's packed in a car cover
I've broken Monsieur Clavier's regulations
You know I can't take care of him
I plead to you. Help, Father help me
I'm standing in boots of concrete, Father help me

I said, Russian roulette's not a good idea
But he felt fine so he forced me along
I watched him spin the cylinder
he put the barrel between his teeth

I'll pray for you my son
'cause by him you've not yet been judged
'cause nobody can say no to the amount Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father martin knows what's behind a hallelujah

Tony has a genuine double
Track him down, set up a contract, give him money
You may take a handful out of our collection
You may become as most people, or you may become a priest
But never return 'cause your days here are numbered

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That one Person

Behind a Hallelujah


Father, I'm begging you for forgiveness
It's my fault Tony's wrapped in a tire cover
I beg you, help, Father, help me
I'm standing in boots of cement
Father, help me

I said "Russian Roulette's not a good idea"
But he felt in the zone, and he forced me in
I saw him spinning the cylinder
He put the barrel between his teeth

I shall pray for you, my son
Because by him, you've not yet been judged
No one could turn down the offer Monsieur Clavier made
And only Father Martin knows who's behind a hallelujah

Tony has a formidable double
Track him down, make a contract, give him money
You can take a handful out of our collection plate
You can be like most people, or become a priest

But never return here
For here, your days are over

I shall pray for you, my son
Because by him, you've not yet been judged
No one could turn down the offer Monsieur Clavier made
And only Father Martin knows who's behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows who's behind a hallelujah

And only Father Martin knows



Nicodapeek2

EDIT: I found an English Translation of this song, simply dubbed "Behind a Halleluja". It's not MY translation, as I found it on a site called "Lyricstranslate.com"



Father, I must beg forgiveness
It's my fault that Tony is draped in tarp
I have violated Monsieur Clavier's rules
I know that I can't deal with him
I beg you. Help, father, help me.
I'm standing in boots of cement, father, help me.

I said "Russian roulette is not a good idea"
But he felt in good spirits, so he forced me along
I saw him spin the magazine
He placed the barrel between his teeth

I shall pray for you, my son
For by Him you are not yet judged
For no one can refuse the sum which Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah

Tony has a formidable doppelganger
Track him down, set up a contract, give him money.
You can grab a handfull out of our donations
You can become like most folks, or become a priest
But never come back, for your days here are numbered

I shall pray for you, my son
For by Him you are not yet judged
For no one can refuse the sum which Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows



All comments from YouTube:

Conner carstens

had this song in my head all day, remembered it from that old war animation, havent heard it for years!

Brenton Baker

@Chris Quiett it was also on Albinoblacksheep back in the day.

Chris Quiett

Adrian Groborz I saw it on newgrounds

DaL33T5

I always thought this song was in a slavic, vaguely serbo-croat language for some reason. Which would be fitting given the subject matter of the animation.

R Guillaume

It's here on YouTube now. ---- HF64V1

Adrian Groborz

+Conner carstens minddistortion is probably the site where you see it... there is many more to find

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That one Person

Behind a Hallelujah


Father, I'm begging you for forgiveness
It's my fault Tony's wrapped in a tire cover
I beg you, help, Father, help me
I'm standing in boots of cement
Father, help me

I said "Russian Roulette's not a good idea"
But he felt in the zone, and he forced me in
I saw him spinning the cylinder
He put the barrel between his teeth

I shall pray for you, my son
Because by him, you've not yet been judged
No one could turn down the offer Monsieur Clavier made
And only Father Martin knows who's behind a hallelujah

Tony has a formidable double
Track him down, make a contract, give him money
You can take a handful out of our collection plate
You can be like most people, or become a priest

But never return here
For here, your days are over

I shall pray for you, my son
Because by him, you've not yet been judged
No one could turn down the offer Monsieur Clavier made
And only Father Martin knows who's behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows who's behind a hallelujah

And only Father Martin knows

charles bogart

I have always wondered what the translation was

Nicodapeek2

EDIT: I found an English Translation of this song, simply dubbed "Behind a Halleluja". It's not MY translation, as I found it on a site called "Lyricstranslate.com"



Father, I must beg forgiveness
It's my fault that Tony is draped in tarp
I have violated Monsieur Clavier's rules
I know that I can't deal with him
I beg you. Help, father, help me.
I'm standing in boots of cement, father, help me.

I said "Russian roulette is not a good idea"
But he felt in good spirits, so he forced me along
I saw him spin the magazine
He placed the barrel between his teeth

I shall pray for you, my son
For by Him you are not yet judged
For no one can refuse the sum which Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah

Tony has a formidable doppelganger
Track him down, set up a contract, give him money.
You can grab a handfull out of our donations
You can become like most folks, or become a priest
But never come back, for your days here are numbered

I shall pray for you, my son
For by Him you are not yet judged
For no one can refuse the sum which Monsieur Clavier gave
And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows what lies behind a hallelujah
And only Father Martin knows

rcmontecalvo

All these years I finally found it. Always thought this was French for some reason.

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